Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
At my feet where the night wears One glove rests in eternal slumber. Its pair now surrounds the other hand It desires softer shores instead.
By Martin Williams7 months ago in Poets
I See It... The Pains that You Feel... The Fears that are Driving You... The Struggles You're Trying to Overcome. I Hear It...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)7 months ago in Poets
In the heart of a quiet little town, Lived a girl who never wore a frown. Her eyes sparkled like summer skies, But no one knew they masked her cries.
By TrueVocal8 months ago in Poets
Poem: Neurodiversity As Superpower In a world cast gray by uniform pace, Some minds sprint, others dance in grace. Where silence speaks and chaos sings,
By Jacky Kapadia8 months ago in Poets
Beneath the stars, where dreams take flight, Three legends meet in heaven’s light. Phil, with wisdom and faith so strong,
By Andrew Mars8 months ago in Poets
An apotropaic prosaic mosaic Founding member of Melancholics Synonymous Happiness taunts us As our ego haunts us A dauntless existence of seeing all and none at once
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
A journey without pain Is a journey without growth No reward for the champion No pride in survival If all is trifle How many times can one be made anew
In a world of voices, loud and wide, Opinions crash like shifting tide. One says too much, one says too small, Another says it's wrong to stand tall.
By V8 months ago in Poets
Your subjects walk a wire / jesters in a mad queen's court / a new round fired / hot on the heels of / its precursor's report.
By Chris Z8 months ago in Poets
From the Moment I Beheld You... I Knew... My Heart Overflowed and I Wanted You to See Me in a Good Light. I was Not Perfect...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)8 months ago in Poets
Here in the Darkness... I Feel... Confined... Cramped... Limited... I am Not What I Was... But I Have Not Yet Become Whatever is Next.
Marry my madness.. not the mask I wear, but the bite in my smile and the smoke in my stare. Kiss the match I keep under my tongue,
By Karun 8 months ago in Poets
